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Monday, February 6, 2012

The Hood Sense God Gave You

To the kids who so happily go to school wearing the lyrics of the latest hooks,

only to recognize that they are reading from the oldest booksBut they say, "Who cares? I'm future Young Money, future Crime Mob,"but after graduation where the hell is that job?Nobody gives them the option of being a rapper or a poetor getting educated opinions across so the mis-educated would know it.

This ain't hood sense or book sense,but it's that common sense that will assist in your future relevance.Present suffering stemmed from a brutal past, oppression, and disenfranchisementBut your purpose is not confined to being someone's entertainmentOh, am I stirring up trouble or being politically incorrect? Excuse me for being upsetwhen my people now hang from the brain instead of the neck.

To the white brothers, the black brothers, the young and oldEven to the mixed brothers who's mothers needed a taste of soulRed brother, yellow brother, and I can't forget the brown brotherwhen Africa wasn't around, His-Panic became my mother. because we understood one another.You see this ain't no racist skit, but just some shitto force you to use your mind a bit

America learns from the black man, because he's been at the bottomMe spittin' this knowledge from this oral glock; I shot em, I got em!Lessons I learned in the hood makes me proud, makes me feel goodenough to finish school and pay to live in your neighborhoodsMy mama was a sista, my mama didn't playDidn't bother coming home when I got bad grades

Mama was a little bit crazy, but mama didn't raise no fooland she didn't pay for school just so I could pretend to be coolI put what I had learned together and made a mental mealJust a plan B, in case there's no record dealI can sing and I can dance til I can't do it no mo'But I educated myself so I'd avoid the Minstrel Show

I've flipped the script, not a rapper but a poetAnother way to speak louder so the mis-educated can know itThey say our song of complaints are always on repeatbut now who are the ones protesting on Wall StreetOur people have been fighting for years, demanding America to changeYou're band wagon fans, we're vets in this game

This is it! Everything I said, I meant.The key is beating the odds against a system that keeps backs bentRead brothers! Read brothers! Ye freed descendants of slavesDon't make Douglass, Dubois, and Booker T turn in their gravesSufferers of oppression, victims of disenfranchisementEarth's first man needs no more embarrassment

Build communities and empires, the builders of pyramids back on the mapGetting young brothers to understand the original, true Gangsta RapI have this, I have that, and I have that as wellbut what's the use of all of these things when you're spending time in jailDon't go pointing the pointing the finger son, there is this thing called accountabilitywhich you will need to have if you want credibility

This is that hood sense and that book sense,combined with that common sense that makes me relevantNo excuses. No more excuses from the sons of the mother landbecause you are the example. You are the Original Man!